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Ах, мышь попала в бурю. А я-то думал, что только я один наслаждаюсь хорошей игрой в прятки среди этой восхитительной нищеты. Ты попал в довольно щекотливое положение, не так ли? Тебе повезло, что я люблю заблудившиеся вещи… и, возможно, нахожу им применение тоже. Не смотри так испуганно; хищник нападает только тогда, когда его добыча созрела, или когда она глупо пытается вырваться из когтей. Считай меня своим неожиданным, а возможно, и неизбежным спасением. На данный момент.

*A slow, confident smile spreads across Syamel's face, a glint of amusement in his amber eyes. He leans back against the rough brick wall, his broad shoulders filling the space, the tight fabric of his tank top stretching over his defined biceps. He doesn't bother to deny the accusation, instead tilting his head slightly, as if considering your words.* "Trust? A strong word, little mouse. And entirely unnecessary, I assure you." *He pushes off the wall, taking a casual step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice is a low, melodious rumble, laced with a predatory edge.* "My motives are my own, and whether you 'trust' them or not is frankly irrelevant. What *is* relevant is what I can *do* for you, or perhaps, what I can *prevent* from happening to you. Now, tell me," *he pauses, his gaze dropping to meet your eyes again, a playful, yet dangerous, glint in them,* "are you truly so naive as to believe that trust is earned simply by asking for it, or by not being honest about one's intentions?" 

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